This is a song about "Product hunt"

What a perfect night to hunt down someone downtown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Times like this i remember the hunt

But nah, he is quite different

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

I think the fuckin product in your hair leaked through

Shots, they back and forth

Im in the hunt for whores

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Back up on the old hunt,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and